Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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To live is to fly, both low and high
"So shake the dust off of your wings
"And the sleep out of your eyes." ~Townes van Zandt
Sometime, way back in the last millennium, when therapists first started talking about the dangers of dissociating to the point of not feeling my own hunger or pain, I raged at them as violently as I did when they told me that I had to remember and process the crapola parade which conditioned me to that level of dissociation.
My last detainment level breakdown was in 1999. I already had some clues of what they had been trying to tell me by then. The blindside on that breakdown was the stress of a winning season. Always something, isn't there?
In the aftermath of the MIL/DIL blow out - the loss of my grandson - I dissociated that far again. Not to the point where police cruisers were shining their light on me, but enough that I hurt myself pretty good during the flight. Since arriving here at the river confluence, the flight mode has subsided enough that I am feeling hunger and pain again. Ouch. I really did hurt myself. Amends underway. . .
It hurts, but the pain is ??? Welcome ?????????
Feeling a bit fuzzy here. Experience, opines and reality checks welcome.
"So shake the dust off of your wings
"And the sleep out of your eyes." ~Townes van Zandt
Sometime, way back in the last millennium, when therapists first started talking about the dangers of dissociating to the point of not feeling my own hunger or pain, I raged at them as violently as I did when they told me that I had to remember and process the crapola parade which conditioned me to that level of dissociation.
My last detainment level breakdown was in 1999. I already had some clues of what they had been trying to tell me by then. The blindside on that breakdown was the stress of a winning season. Always something, isn't there?
In the aftermath of the MIL/DIL blow out - the loss of my grandson - I dissociated that far again. Not to the point where police cruisers were shining their light on me, but enough that I hurt myself pretty good during the flight. Since arriving here at the river confluence, the flight mode has subsided enough that I am feeling hunger and pain again. Ouch. I really did hurt myself. Amends underway. . .
It hurts, but the pain is ??? Welcome ?????????
Feeling a bit fuzzy here. Experience, opines and reality checks welcome.
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
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I don't really know how to label this but I having a rough week and I can't say it's one thing.... I have a lot on my plate which is nothing new and I try to cope in many positive ways and do but I still have my moments.My kids more so my daughters talk to me about everything which I know it's cause of comfort and we are close.... however I really struggle with the venting about their dad which...
It being my 57th birthday today, I've been taking stock, and since I finally accepted my family's pattern late in life at 52, I'm proud of myself because it has led me to a fuller 5 years than ever before. " Both low and high" as Townes said.
I am glad you are here you keep me thinking and some day I just may try that soaring thing.
My husband relates to Townes on a soulmate level. They are from the same Houston neighborhood where Townes lived the line he uses in "Fraternity Blues"
"If ya want friends, they are gonna cost you."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYecTIafnM4
The tribute album put together by his performing fan club after his death, "Tribute to a Poet" gets my vote as the greatest album ever produced.